An innocent caught up in a world
of subterfuge and jealousy

She loved a prince
who couldn’t love

loved a prince
who wouldn’t trust

He thought her a whore
so corrupted was he
He couldn’t see how anyone
could be so pure
so sure was he
of her sins.

Madness followed madness

He betrayed her deepest love
accused and then abused
until she too then
danced with madness.

Unkempt, half naked
flowers in her hair
flowers everywhere
she sang bawdy songs
to anyone who’d listen.

Some say it was suicide
that she fell into the stream.

Wherever her soul sleeps now
I hope Ophelia’s dreams are
so much happier since all of
her hopes had been smashed
at the end of her too short-lived life.


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A tragdey (as told by me )  🙂

Shared with Magpie Tales #124

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

30 thoughts on “Ophelia”

  1. the realm of the mentally ill do seem so sad and unknown.
    I feel that there is a little of Ophelia in most of us when it comes to love and rejection and loss…
    Well written!
    (I miss your poems by the way 🙂 )

  2. I think i must have put her in this state at one time in my life, luckily, i have found the enchanted castle where she went to sleep .

  3. You took Shakespeare, turned it upside down – inside out, created a beautiful contemporary piece.

  4. this is such a beauty of a poem, dreamer. you have captured the essence of shakespeare’s
    ophelia, her heart.

  5. i hope she has much happier dreams now as well…nice bit of homework you did on ophelia as well…he drug her into madness….how oft that happens…one to another..

  6. He couldn’t see how anyone
    could be so pure
    so sure was he
    of her sins.

    This is striking…I feel those condemning eyes…the poem in its entirety is well written, Bren!!

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